So when I'm not having nightmares, I'm having the weirdest dreams. Last night I had a dream that I got my guinea pigs and while I was building their cage I had them hanging out in the kitchen. Every time I turned my back my step-father was trying to cook them. He would slather them with butter and dump them in a frying pan. I woke up horrified.

Also after I finally went back to sleep I had a dream that my psycologist had to move and she was replaced by John Travolta...